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speak their words
think their thoughts
an identity blurred
a simple assimiliation
to be one with the herd
lyrics from the song "Perfect"
The musical enterprise known as Caucasian has experienced myriad obstacles in the past two years. Locantional transiency of its members, academic and occupational concentration, and overall apathy have led to no real discernible musical progress in the last year. However, optimism is high for the summer months. At current, the only tangible recording of Caucasian's music are a very mediocre and crude dictation device-recording of a garage session and a four-track recording that fails to accurately and fairly represent the energy and emotion engendered by the live coalescence and synergism of each individual group member's style and talent. It is the hope of each member that the pressing and overwhelming fiscal and chronological encumbrances involved with a studio recording will be successfully overcome this summer.
From a catalogue of six original songs, we hope to compose and arrange an enjoyable musical composition. We also hope to incorporate new and independent ideas conceived in the past year in which the members have had little or no contact. It is the belief of all the members that the past years have allowed them to mature musically.
So, at this time, all we have to offer is the lyrics to our songs, links to some of our favorite things, a short biography (which includes profiles and pictures of the band members), and the Caucasian Manifesto.
If you would still like a copy of our very sonically challenged four-track recording (it is a tape and not a CD), I'd be more than happy to mail you a copy.
Email: The Band
